Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
☢T.D.— The shuffling of feet moving from Tyler to create a path to the fragile women before him. The men moved away from Tyler, Slowly making their way back to their cars and some watched from the corners. Those blood stained shoes stopped near the woman who now sat on the floor, Tyler knelt to get a view of the delicate frame.
“You alright?” That broken tone of voice, Those bruised lips.
—-A little shaken up, a little scared. But, she wasn’t dead, or worse. And she had him to thank for that, if she could find her voice. As long as she still had one. Meek and still shaking a bit she peered up at her rescuer. Peculiar was his face, bruised and broken, hardly the face of a knight in shining armor, but his looks underneath sure made up for it. Not that she’d complain about either right now. He could have been the ugliest man in the world and she’d still feel like kissing him right now.
’ I’m okay—- I’m fine… Thank you. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. ’
—-Perhaps she was insane, coming out in the middle of the day time. Though he life was pretty much about risks anymore. It wasn’t anything knew it was just she was always so cautious, always so observant. However, tonight was a night that she just needed a breather and the best place to do was the sports bar downtown.
—-Rose knew a woman of power when she saw one. And the onyx haired one that had entered the diner with an attitude in her step surely had to be one. Of course it took a lot for the vampire to feel threatened by someone, let alone someone who had human blood– and something a little off– flowing through their veins. However, Rosalie Hale admired women who were strong, more so than vampires.
’ Walk in with a little more oomph and this place might have fallen to the ground. ’
’ Jasper—- ’ —-She spoke softly, the only two in the Cullen house it seemed. She half wondered where the others had gone. But, realizing that she didn’t really care all that much she instead took bugging her fake twin brother. Of course, she’d affectionately call him brother, because he was close to one and being that the two were actually closer than one would think she wouldn’t argue with the title. He always seemed more at peace when in the comfort of their homestead. Perhaps it was the lack of human bodies and a tempting pulse that put him more at ease. She understood.
☢T.D.— The sweat and smell of blood stained the air. Men covered in bruises and scars walked out of the bar, bottles of patron in their bloody palms.
Tyler Durden stepped out of the shitty bar, Shoes stained with blood clinked against the pavement. A turn of the head, Eyeing the group of men. Tyler then could walk away and return to his shitty home of Paper St. But, Now he had nothing else to do but let curiosity kill the cat. “What the fuck are you doing?” That harsh voice, interrupted the shallow whispers that exchanged between the bruised group of men. Beige oculars eyed the female standing in the middle of them. A bruised hand pushed one of them away. “Move the fuck outta the way..”
That innocent, delicate figure hiding herself from the monkeys that surrounded her.
—-Perhaps the God she questioned answered her prayers. Trying to prove to her that he was indeed real. Or perhaps luck was simply on her side. The one whose voice boomed throughout the group seemed to shake the drunken spirit of their shouts. And she was so grateful. With pale wobbly legs she fell upon her knees, the tears free flowing down flush cheeks. Breathing became a bit regulated, though shaking with sobs and still dripping with a sort of uneasiness. Rose knew not if he would join in on the fun or if he would stop them, though, right now the silence was enough a blessing to her.
—-Still, hopeful eyes looked up to her rescuer, at least hopefully. There’d be no way to fight any of them if he wasn’t. She just wished she didn’t know their intentions, but she did, and she knew if it happened she’d rather be dead.
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